Dreaming Out Windows.

The days swell and splay and I’m left embedded a little further down into this life.

The feeling of cool moving air on my skin triggers wonder, after all those precariously stacked up weeks upon weeks of static heat. It’s as if every single pore of my skin is gasping hard at it and I reel.

Out car windows I stretch arms, hands, fingers, until they pop. I lounge on picnic blankets and wiggle my toes in the sky. Never again will days like these be taken for granted. Every breeze and cloud and raindrop is grace to me now, forever.

Today is the first day that feels like Fall.

I throw open my doors to it and beg it to come in.

I sip tea, contemplate baking, stare out windows, and dream like I haven’t dared to in years.

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